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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - (Vera's office)
Skills: None

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And so it would seem that the highly unlikely accident was not only unlikely, but not an accident at all! It was murder, assasination, liquidation and many other words could only describe the horrific sight down in the Archives. Mahendra hadn't really believed it to be murder, perhaps even refusing to believe it, but with the Lord Major accknowledging the possibility of it not being a mere accident, Mahendra couldn't rid off the nagging feeling he already had. Had it been an accident, it would have been easier.

But life was never easy, was it?

Mahendra remained with the others in the office as they were left there. What a first day on the job, wasn't it? He turned his attention to the Lord Major as Lauren asked him, about to ask the same question himself. "Is there anything we both can do to help, Sir Lord Major? If the event in the Archives was no mere coincedence, who knows what else can take place?" Mahendra asked him, looking from Lauren for a moment, impressed and thankful for her willingness to assist, and back to the Lord Major. He might have been hired as an assistant, but right now he felt like a soldier awaiting orders.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Outside Eden, Golf Course: 6 --> 15
Skills:Navigation

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Even for the fair dose of pain in the ass trees had given him by now, Alexander was starting to feel confident that he wasn't going to fall into a Viet Cong bamboo trap anytime soon...no, wrong habitat; underbrush, man-made or not. The bigger problem in the woods was to go the right direction. Sure he had to run across open fields of snow and ice, but there he had visibility on where he was going, which was more difficult now that he looked into the woods he now entered.

Alexander tried his best to look ahead, watching for any paths or clear signs of an easier path as he made his way into the woods, doing his best not to fall over a branch or something stupid like that: "Being stupid gets you killed, you idiot." Jackson told them over and over again many years ago, and perhaps there was some merit in it? Then again, Alexander was walking there alive and well - as well as one could be during an apocalypse -, while Jackson was long dead. It was best not to think about it. Alexander made his way to a road going through the woods, looking forward to make out the best route.

What he didn't see until it was too late, was a walker catching sight of him from down the road, which gave pursuit. Alexander, quickly making his way over the road and into the woods, saw it lumbering towards him just as he made it across. "Well shit." Alexander swore under his breath, making it into the woods again. He wanted to run and get as far away from the walker as possible, but he couldn't. Did he run too recklessly away from it, he knew he'd get lost and really screw up their plan. No, he had to get to Thana and Thalia, and either fix the problem before or after that. So he kept stepping over branches and roots, zick-zacking between trees and heading south to the best of his abilities, while keeping the walker some distance away from him.

But in the unlikely turn of events, he finally saw something he thought wasn't going to give him more trouble, or somone. Hopefully. Thalia.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - (Vera's office)
Skills: None

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Mahendra followed the honourable Lord Major inside the office, keeping a little distance between himself and the Englishman. Though he himself was not as perceptive to the apparent changes made to the interiour of Vera's office as the older gentleman, Mahendra tried to be prepared for anything unexpected. The problem was though, what could he prepare for if it couldn't be expected? He had no idea what he was going to find inside the office that required preparation. Nothing except George and his....half face. Mahendra shuddered at the thought, and let the Lord Major go in front.

As the Curator himself - finally - made an apperance questioning what was the current commotion, Neeme declared that the tablets were gone. Missing. Stolen? Mahendra looked from Lauren as she said they still had the crates down at the archive, saying to her "And the one I found, unless the thieves have taken this as an oppertunity to take those as well, which I hope not." before turning to the Curator and taking a step towards him. Mahendra was now an official employee of the establishment, and had to act like one. "Mr. Kohn, Sir, there has been more than a bulgrary. I'm afraid you have to call the local police; there's been a deadly accident in the Archives, involving one of Lady Munn's aquaintances." Mahendra said with a forced-on confidence. Something was very, very wrong.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Same!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Outside Eden, Golf Course: 8 treeline --> 7 treeline
Skills:Navigation x2

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Everything was hot and wet; the napalm dropped on the village, sticking to every surface it could and burning with an evil intensity; the humid jungle that surrounded the village on all sides, clinging to your skin; the blood pouring out of wounds of the soldiers littering the battlefield; the sweat rolling down the radio-operators forehead. Everything, except the cold grip of the M1911, tightly clutched with his sweaty fingers. If anything could be described as Hell, this had to be it. Except the cold sensation of the gun was similar to the cold...of his feet.

Feet were wet, yes, but not cold in Soth-East Asia in the middle of combat during the summer.

His eyes shut tight, shut open and tight again a few times before remaining open. Alexander was back to where he was before; where he had to be. Resting his head in his hand for a few moments, Alexander had to take deep breaths. The flashbacks, they were returning at an alarming frequency, like when he...he had lost Her...No, he had to keep going.

Alexander looked across the open grounds of the gold course in front of him, his vision still hazy after...That. The patches of snow and ice littered the whole field. It was no wonder he'd fallen over as he did, especially without any spikes on his boots. But slow and surely, as the fog lifted from his eyes, he saw it; a path! He saw what he believed to be a few patches where the snow was thinning enough to be stepped through without slipping. He hoped so at least, because he had already wasted enough time sitting on his bum in that treeline.

He made a run for it. Axe still wielded in his hand, he took the first running steps out of the treeline and onto the snowy golf course. He had the path visualized before him, and did his best to place his running feet within said path. And it finally paid off. As he moved across the open ground between the two treelines, he saw another icy patch where he would certainly have slipped if he'd just made a straight sprint. But he had little time to celebrate his little victory, as he continued his run until he finally stood in the treeline at 7.

The treeline was similar in nature to what the old vet had just ran from, except that he didn't fall flat on his ass. To his surprise, the snowy ground covered up no underbrush or malignent forces that grabbed his feet in order to halt him. The only things that were holding him back there, were the trees themselves and Alexander's heavy breaths; he was far from being in great shape. But Gramps kept up his pace, pushing through the 7 treeline and coming to westward edge of it. In front of him was a similar landscape to what he had just traversed, but much bigger. Perhaps two or three times as wide. "...great..." Alexander muttered under his breaths, giving the open grounds a good look like before. As he scanned the grounds, he thought briefly that he perhaps had learned something useful back in 'Nam after all?

Alexander began to run, turning left and right as he saw which path would allow him to keep up the pace without falling. With every step he took, his heart beat faster of fear of taking a wrong step or being spotted by Eden. That, and him still being out of breath. The longer distance didn't help in that regard either. But Mugsy made it! Alexander leaned up against a tree as he tried to catch his breath, when he heard it; the sound of war. In the distance, muffled by the surrounding trees, he heard the unmistakable sound of an explosion. Had it been any other day, he would have tried to get the hell out of dodge, but this time Alexander smiled. "Give them hell, Kiwi." Alexander whispered, slowly getting back his breath as he tried to get back on track.

Now to find Thana and Thalia, and raise some Hell themselves.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - (Outside Vera's office --> Vera's office)
Skills: None

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Mahendra had to give it to the Honourable Lord Major, taking the lead in a proverbial charge into the unknown. He was a true officer, loyal to his cause, responsible in front of his men (and women) and brave in face of danger! Whether or not there was any danger in Vera's office was another question all together, but still, Mahendra saw in him quintessential features of being a British gentleman. As Reginald walked into the office Mahendra turned to Neema, still impressed by her grip on the kopesh.

"I trust you to learn quickly and defend yourself, for I intend to follow the Lord Major. Be careful." Mahendra said, looking from the ladies and over in the direction Vera's office. As he began to follow in the steps of the Lord Major, Mahendra clenched his fist, hoping he wouldn't have to use it. He was not proficient with his bare hands in a fight, not compared with a saber. With that he could fight his way through many a Turk, cutting down left, right and center defending his fellow soldiers. Oh what he wouldn't give for a saber right then.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Outside Eden, Golf Course: 8 treeline
Skills:Navigation

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Radio silence had been enforced just prior to the small squad splitting up, and Alexander was certain that also applied to talking then and there. But oh man how much Alexander wanted to swear and curse at the world right then. He felt like an idiot sitting there flat on his ass, stuck in the snow-covered underbrush like a racoon trapped in a snare. And he was getting real sick and tired of it. "Fine, if you want it the hard way..." Alexander whispered under his breath, holstering the Colt he'd taken earlier and taking his fireaxe. He was not going to give up.

Alexander hooked the end of his fireaxe on some vegetation nearby and pull his butt out of the underbrush. Finally standing upright again, he tried to pull his feet out as well. No luck, they were still stuck. This was when he got real tired of the bullshit, and started hacking and cutting himself free from the underbrush trap. And alas, he was free! But that raised the question actually; was that simply an unlucky placed piece of vegetation, or somehow a trap put there by Eden? Not that he had time to elaborate on it, since time was ticking by.

Back on his feet, it was possible to get a better look around him. As he looked out through the treeline and out on the winter-wonderland golf course, Alexander tried to make a mental path; he was not going to fall flat on his face/arse again. Not that it was easy, far from it. It was difficult to discern which patches of melting snow was safe to run across and which would certainly hinder him. Difficult, but not impossible, as Alexander slowly but surely found...a...way...

The village was engulfed in flames. The jungle was engulfed in flames. The people, the women and children were all engulfed in flames. The young soldier, with his green helmet, rolled up sleeves and radio strapped on his back stood in complete shock with what could only be described as the seventh Circle of Hell unravelling before his eyes. Sergeant Jackson emptied his M16 into a young woman running towards him, not giving a damn if she was a danger to his men or not. Bunker and Holey both lay dying by his own side, blood pooling around their bodies as they cry out for their mothers. And the soldier?

Alexander stood in a state of shock, cluthing the radio in his left hand and an half-empty M1911 in his right. He wanted to scream. He had to scream. But no sound could compare to that deafening storm of Hell. And Alexander was in the eye of the storm, not able to do a damn thing.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - The Archives --> Outside of Vera's office
Skills: None

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Mahendra had said he would go looking for the Curator, and about to make his way out of the Archives to find him, when Neema went through the door before him. And while he didn't want to appear unwilling to get going himself, he still was unsure of the layout of the whole museum. What if he got lost while the others found Mr. Kohn before him, or he too ended up getting crushed by another inanimate object? And who knew, perhaps he could be found at Vera's office by sheer luck? As Mahendra decided to follow the rest of the group after all, his eyes did dart around the room, still feeling a sense of dread.

If the open door of the office didn't catch Mahendra's attention, the fact that Neema pulled a weapon did. But with what had just happened with their Norwegian aquaintance, perhaps it wasn't so uncalled for? Mahendra looked from the open door, to Neema and then to Lauren. He was having a bad, bad feeling about this. "I may not know the Curator very well, but he did not strike me as a person to leave a door open. Especially an office."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Outside Eden, Golf Course, Treeline east of 8 --> Between eastern treeline and 8 --> 8
Skills:None

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What must have looked like a war-comedy like that of M.A.S.H or something light-hearted, was in fact deadly serious business taking into consideration that there wouldn't be just camera- and audio-crews listening to Alexander continuess singing. For all he knew, there were walkers just waiting for a chance to bite off his ankles, or worse; those folks at Eden he had heard about. Probably wouldn't take kindly to strangers lurking around their B.O.O. Especially one singing like he was in a musical.

"The most refined ladybugs do it. When a gentleman calls, Moths in your rugs do it..." Alexander sang out in a not too-bad voice, but that was beside the point. He still thought he was out on patrol in Vietnam, his mind still playing tricks on him. Soon the squad leader, Sergeant Jackson ordered them to stop while he checked out a suspected Viet-Cong village up front. But with Alexander still singing, it didn't take long for the massive brute of a former Texas ranch boy to stare just as madly as Thalia had at him. "I swear to God, Chatter, I will rip out your vocal chords and show them up your ass if you don't shut up!"

That Alexander did. With a sudden shock, he found himself once again standing in the treeline outside of Eden, Georgia, not Da Nang in Vietnam, 1971. Cole Porter still clung tightly to his mind, but he no longer sang that cursed song. Back in action, Alexander kept up the pace and spacing he felt was best, and kept moving south. But as he did, he lost sight of Thana. Even if she was Navy, Alex trusted her to take care of herself, as well as Thalia. He had to, if they trusted him. He kept going south until he had the treeline at 8 at his right.

If Alexander was to get to the other side of the golf course, the other treeline just in front of him seemed like a good staging point as any other. Alexander hadn't noticed anything as he made his way down the original treeline, but as he began moving quickly out of his treeline and towards 8, he clearly didn't notice where his feet were going. After running a short distance, he snagged his foot in something hard enough for him to fall. Hard. On his face. He had no idea what it was, not that he had enough time to think before his face made impact with the ground as hard as a long-distance bomber.

It hurt. Oh yes, it hurt like a cheap Italian beer on a thursday afternoon, or a punch the same night. Alexander, still lying on the ground, tried to raise his head to see if he had exposed his position, but still dizzy he couldn't make left, right or center. "...I'm getting too old for this shit..."

And getting too old was perhaps a fitting description of him, as the old vet kept tripping over his own feet, again and again like he was over 60 or something! His face once again made contact with the golf course, which would have been ironic if he had enjoyed golfing. He did not. For all intents and purposes, he was stuck right there in the middle like a sitting duck. And since he clearly could not walk, the veteran pushed on the only way he could: he crawled.

Even the crawling was filled with trouble. He slipped in parts of the snow, then slipped some more on parts of ice, and the cold temperature was starting to crawl up his body. But with some divine intervention, good old luck and military perseverance, he finally made it to 8. Sure his pride was hurt, but it couldn't possibly get any worse after this? Alexander, now prone in-between trees and snow, tried to stand back up. He had to see if he had been spotted or not, or else his current position would be compromised within seconds! But with a crack, thud and hushed groan, he was back on his ass, sitting in the snowy underbrush of the treeline like a useless retiree who couldn't get up.

He wasn't sure if this was worst, or the consequences if Thalia heard about this later, only reinforcing his nickname.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - The Archives
Skills: None

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As more and more of the group gathered in that narrow row, Mahendra felt the tragic scene slowly but surely sink in for him; a known man was dead. And for the American starlet, the realization that she had lost a dear friend; what actress could possibly fake the true sense of grief that she displayed right then and there? With the others starting to tend to Josephine, Mahendra felt convinced that the tears were real. He himself felt of little to no use in taking care of a lady however, leaving that more or less to the others.

Mahendra's eyes once again fell on the lifeless body, lying in its own pool of blood underneath that divine crate of death. He couldn't help but feel a little frightened of the whole situation; sure they were in an old archive with plenty of crates stacked up high, but for one so massive to suddenly fall and kill a seemingly innocent man? To the superstitious Bengali, this smelled like bad karma, being more than unlucky, or something...something much worse. A shiver going down his spine, Mahendra didn't want to look at Haakon again like this, and did something he perhaps would regret later; taking of his jacket, quickly emptying the most important valueables, and covering Haakon with the jacket. At least now he was covered from prying eyes.

"Yes, agreed. The crates can wait until later. I'll go and inform Mr. Kohns of the...circumstances. I can take the crates afterwards, if the police will allow me." Mahendra spoke to the group in general, perhaps more so to Neema and Lauren directly. He understood that the crates they were originally searched for were important, but more than the sudden and tragic demise of the journalist? "I'll meet you in Lady Munn's office as soon as I can." Mahendra said quickly to the rest of the Fellowship, as the Lord Major called them, before making his way past them and quietly saying to Josephine "I'm...I'm sorry...", then heading for the door.